Mr. Mick has adjusted to the invasion of his exercise space by our Christmas tree--although the little bugger gave me a fright the other night. He managed to wiggle his fluffy butt into one tiny gap not blocked off by the x-pen fence. Next thing I know, I look up and he's inside the fence and sniffing at the tree stand...which has the preservative-loaded water in it. Cue the heart failure and much hollering on my part as I rushed over to get him out before he decided to try a sip. He gave me a look like, "What are you yelling at me for? I just wanted to check this thing out!" I fixed the gap problem, and thank gawd he didn't nip any cords, either.
A few pics to bring the year to a close:
Nose rubs make for happy bunnehs.
Mick will park his chin on my leg and just stay there
while I rub his nose. When I do, he will lick my knee long enough
to actually leave a wet spot on my pants.
Avoiding the paparazzi.
The stepstool is Mick's new favorite hidey-hole. He will go under there when he wants to be left alone.
Getting ready for...
...a nice nap.
Woke up long enough...to switch sides.
Came out to have a few treats
(this was snapped while he was chewing)
Decided to finish his snack over by his litterbox.
Another pose for the fans, and then...
...back to his spot.
Mick and I wish everyone and everybun a most Happy and Healthy New Year. May 2012 bring you all countless blessings each and every day. Thank you for visiting our little blog, and we hope you'll be back next year as well...and bring treats. (You know who wrote that part.)